Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Rfduck, intrepid mememeister, has been burning the candle at both ends, so to speak. On the one wing, it's Spring, and a young drake's thoughts turn to one thing – sex. Yes, friends, the Duck has been bitten by the love bug and has quite the welt to show for it. He's met a duck he fancies and they've been noodling around together, spooning and billing and getting it on in every room of the house and most of the offices in the Music Department at the University of Oregon. At the same time, rfduck has been a diligent student confronting another end of semester round of final exams, papers and presentations.

What's a young quacker to do?

Obviously, not much, when it comes to the matter of “The Wednesday Mind Hump,” as the following shall serve as mute testimony thereto:

“Hi everyone! Let's mind hump! Today is Great Northern Beans Day, so we'll just go ahead and use tomorrow's theme - Official Thank You Day. That's all I can think of this late at night! Sorry.”

1. What is your favorite song with "Thank You" or "Thanks" in the title?Thanks For The Memories, Bob Hope's “signature tune” (1937 - Paramount Music Corp.). I prefer the version sung by Frank Sinatra. It was written by the team of Leo Robin and Robert Rainger, and recorded by Sinatra on July 20, 1981, in New York. 2. Who do you want to thank, and why?I want to thank my mother and father for not giving in to the impulse to kill me as I am sure that murderous urge swept over them many times during the fourteen years or so we were together (I was such an angelic child and all (cough cough)).

Thanks for the memoryOf things I can't forget, journeys on a jetOur wond'rous week in Martinique and Vegas and rouletteHow lucky I was

And thanks for the memoryOf summers by the sea, dawn in WaikikiWe had a pad in London but we didn't stop for teaHow cozy it was

Now since our breakup I wake upAlone on a gray morning-afterI long for the sound of your laughterAnd then I see the laugh's on me

But, thanks for the memoryOf every touch a thrill, I've been through the millI've lived a lot and learned a lot, you loved me not and stillI miss you so much

Thanks for the memoryOf how we used to jog even in a fogThat barbecue in Malibu, away from all the smogHow rainy it was

Thanks for the memoryOf letters I destroyed, books that we enjoyedTonight the way things look, I need a book by Sigmund FreudHow brainy he was

Gone are those evenings on BroadwayTogether we'd go to a great showBut now I begin with the Late ShowAnd wish that you were watching, too

I know it's a fallacyThat grown men never cry, baby, that's a lieWe had our bed of roses, but forgot that roses dieAnd thank you , so much.

All Snooze ... All The Time!

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Well past (by at least a decade) the half century mark. One foot in the grave, the other on a banana peel at the rim of the abyss and the view from here is disconcerting. I am a former student, pearl diver, cook, truck driver, firefighter, EMT, CEO, Town Fire Warden, mechanic, oiler, marine engineer and computer whiz bang. Mostly I sleep these days in an aluminum tube. And So It Goes...
I waste my time reading blogs and kvetching about the weather, playing with our Schipperke sidekick, Ignatz McGraw and waiting hand by foot upon my wife, the Queen of our Hovel, She Who Must Be Obeyed (SWMBO).

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